who was barely
standing on her own looked at the new addition. Vibrant blue eyes
looked in my direction for a moment until the black clad woman
stood in front of my target.
“You stupid, stupid girl! Val, how many
times have I told you? You can’t come here and do this. You cannot.
Ugh, you know next time, you stupid little twit, I am not coming
for you.”
The purple haired woman confused me. Her aura
was different from any other aura I had seen. It was a smoky purple
color. All auras were a distinct solid color. The small,
silver-haired woman smiled up at her friend. I could smell a
different type of pain coming off her. It smelled repugnant. The
purple haired woman started to lead the target out of the room, and
I followed. My fists were clenched and my body felt uncomfortably
tight.
Chapter 2 –
Valentine
I felt a cold aura. It was the coldest I had
ever felt before. I wanted to stay focused on Mr. Miller who was in
front of me and needed my attention, but I couldn’t stop my head
from snapping up to look for this horrible presence. There he was.
Tall, very dark, and he had shades over his eyes. I knew he was
watching me though. A strange look settled on his face, it was
almost like a smile.
My heart started to race from fear. I was
scared, and I needed to run. For some reason, it was my first
instinct, always. Run first, fight later. Or never fight. Who was I
kidding? My hands shook when I had to put an IV in or even give
shots. There were even times when at home I would capture a spider
and take it outside, versus killing it on the spot.
Amani, my best friend and co-worker, always
told me I could never hurt a fly, even if I tried. She said I had a
way with healing, but I had nothing to do with harming. She was
right.
In 7 th grade, when we were
playing basketball in gym, a boy in my class got pushed down and
fell on his arm the completely wrong way. I watched as the bone
jutted out of his skin, looking like a broken stick. Seeing it
happen, hearing the sickening snap, and then the howls of the boy,
I rushed over to him. I felt the undeniable need to fix him. It
wasn’t the first time my body reacted that way.
I placed my hands on his broken bone, and my
body just knew what to do. I snapped the bone back into its
original position and placed my hands over the exit point. I don’t
know if it was magic or what but I felt the bone melding together,
new pieces of marrow growing back together. I cried the whole time,
the sight of his blood, mixed with having seen the white of his
bone was sending me into shock. I pressed on.
After he was completely healed, I passed
out. I woke up three hours later in the hospital. When they
couldn’t get me to wake up with smelling salts at school they
called an ambulance. My foster parents at the time were there
waiting for me. They were a sweet couple, and they were so worried.
The doctors just stated it as a bad case of shock they couldn’t
figure out what else it might be.
At school the next day, the boy I had healed
came up with all these crazy notions about me. The other students
in the class made up a story that I was some sort of alien; another
rumor was that I was a Witch. He convinced the other students to
outcast me, I’m not sure how he managed to do it but the fact that
I was a little shy didn’t help. He never did thank me either.
When Amani moved there a year before the
incident, she was out-casted right away for her odd purple hair and
dark complexion. We lived in the Deep South where conservative was
the only style choice. I thought she was gorgeous with her violet
eyes, and Indian heritage. I had tried to befriend her when she
first arrived, but she ignored all my attempts. When I became an
outcast like her a year later, she finally accepted my friendship.
She had a very brash way of talking and flat out asked me why the
clones around me suddenly decided that I was too freaky even for
their likings. I told her that I had helped a boy in gym class.
standing on her own looked at the new addition. Vibrant blue eyes
looked in my direction for a moment until the black clad woman
stood in front of my target.
“You stupid, stupid girl! Val, how many
times have I told you? You can’t come here and do this. You cannot.
Ugh, you know next time, you stupid little twit, I am not coming
for you.”
The purple haired woman confused me. Her aura
was different from any other aura I had seen. It was a smoky purple
color. All auras were a distinct solid color. The small,
silver-haired woman smiled up at her friend. I could smell a
different type of pain coming off her. It smelled repugnant. The
purple haired woman started to lead the target out of the room, and
I followed. My fists were clenched and my body felt uncomfortably
tight.
Chapter 2 –
Valentine
I felt a cold aura. It was the coldest I had
ever felt before. I wanted to stay focused on Mr. Miller who was in
front of me and needed my attention, but I couldn’t stop my head
from snapping up to look for this horrible presence. There he was.
Tall, very dark, and he had shades over his eyes. I knew he was
watching me though. A strange look settled on his face, it was
almost like a smile.
My heart started to race from fear. I was
scared, and I needed to run. For some reason, it was my first
instinct, always. Run first, fight later. Or never fight. Who was I
kidding? My hands shook when I had to put an IV in or even give
shots. There were even times when at home I would capture a spider
and take it outside, versus killing it on the spot.
Amani, my best friend and co-worker, always
told me I could never hurt a fly, even if I tried. She said I had a
way with healing, but I had nothing to do with harming. She was
right.
In 7 th grade, when we were
playing basketball in gym, a boy in my class got pushed down and
fell on his arm the completely wrong way. I watched as the bone
jutted out of his skin, looking like a broken stick. Seeing it
happen, hearing the sickening snap, and then the howls of the boy,
I rushed over to him. I felt the undeniable need to fix him. It
wasn’t the first time my body reacted that way.
I placed my hands on his broken bone, and my
body just knew what to do. I snapped the bone back into its
original position and placed my hands over the exit point. I don’t
know if it was magic or what but I felt the bone melding together,
new pieces of marrow growing back together. I cried the whole time,
the sight of his blood, mixed with having seen the white of his
bone was sending me into shock. I pressed on.
After he was completely healed, I passed
out. I woke up three hours later in the hospital. When they
couldn’t get me to wake up with smelling salts at school they
called an ambulance. My foster parents at the time were there
waiting for me. They were a sweet couple, and they were so worried.
The doctors just stated it as a bad case of shock they couldn’t
figure out what else it might be.
At school the next day, the boy I had healed
came up with all these crazy notions about me. The other students
in the class made up a story that I was some sort of alien; another
rumor was that I was a Witch. He convinced the other students to
outcast me, I’m not sure how he managed to do it but the fact that
I was a little shy didn’t help. He never did thank me either.
When Amani moved there a year before the
incident, she was out-casted right away for her odd purple hair and
dark complexion. We lived in the Deep South where conservative was
the only style choice. I thought she was gorgeous with her violet
eyes, and Indian heritage. I had tried to befriend her when she
first arrived, but she ignored all my attempts. When I became an
outcast like her a year later, she finally accepted my friendship.
She had a very brash way of talking and flat out asked me why the
clones around me suddenly decided that I was too freaky even for
their likings. I told her that I had helped a boy in gym class.
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